Thursday, April 18, 2013

Ash




You perhaps do not remember.
But how would you?
You didn't see it for what it was.
A lipstick stained table napkin
I left ever so carelessly
on the table across which 
you sat, drinking coffee
Hoping you'd steal it, save it
as a souvenir 
from our last meal together
You also didn't see
my heart on your platter
So I put them back in my purse, 
heart, napkin and hope
And left with as impassive a goodbye
as I could manage.

Now all that is left,
Is a line of ash
From the cigarettes 
I learnt to love from you
from the cigarettes 
that remind me of you
Light, grey, warm testimonies of a high
that wore off all too soon.


7 comments:

Love, Miffalicious. said...

I can relate to this on so many levels, U, I can't even... You are SUCH a talented woman, and I'm so proud and glad to know you. Don't ever stop writing and creating words, because you have a gift.

Love, Miffalicious. [www.miffalicious.com]

urbansanyaasi said...

Oh my! <3 What beauty.

Urmi Chanda Vaz said...

Thank you, love.

Reema Prasanna said...

We keep looking in all the wrong places, don't we? Yeah. We do.

Urmi Chanda Vaz said...

Oh yes, my life's turning out to be quite the directory of wrong places.

Haritha PK said...

Wow! That was mind blowing.. Keep writing..:)

Urmi Chanda Vaz said...

Thank you all.